Michael Swamp - Silenced Lambs lyrics

[Produced by Cole Thorpe] [Verse] I see the bottom of the pit, hole is deeper than the pitch Love the homies, f** a b**h, life gon end up in a ditch Just like the pa**ion, drink the mercury from gla**es Horror story from the madness, separate me from the ma**es But f** it, i'm a ba*tard, since my poppa was an addict I'm skipping cla**es, kinda suicidal in the attic I dont really think that saving grace is the rap sh** I'm contemplating raptures, while i'm laying on my mattress Like what i'm suppose to do when i graduate Bumpin college dropout, maybe i should drive my brains Or drive insane, jumpin over pearly gates Looking for my maker, i know he just a faker Yall catch me later, on the road to be a better man Never fuse my hands together, waiting for the helping hand Can't be the righteous and the selfish man So i sew my lips together, for all the silenced lambs